Moxie's POV
I couldn't help but feel happy that my efforts hadn't gone to waste. “Don’t even think about going home,” Vicky’s message read. “We’re celebrating. No arguments.”
Another followed immediately. “Already dragged Naomi out. Quince is coming too. You have no choice.”
I couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at my lips as I read it, because if there was one thing I had learned about them, it was that when they decided something, it was happening whether I agreed or not.
“Fine,” I typed back. “But I’m not paying for all of you.”
“Please,” Naomi replied almost instantly, “you just got top of the class. This is literally your treat.”
I shook my head lightly as I slipped my phone back into my bag, already knowing how the night was going to go, loud, chaotic, and somehow exactly
